I am writing to complain about the misrepresentation of your product – I downloaded Tinder on the premise of it being a fun hook up app and instead I’ve found myself in a relationship. This is not what I signed up for.
Before downloading Tinder I undertook thorough market research; I read a number of hilariously terrifying stories on the Internet and asked my Tinder-using friends what to expect. Based on the information sourced, Tinder – appearing to be the facilitator of casual romances with a side of humorous dating disasters – seemed to be the perfect solution to my somewhat stagnant post long-term relationship, just-dipping-my-toes-back-in-it, love life. It was not.
Undesirable relationship outcome aside, what bothers me the most about my experience is the extent of preparation required for what amounted to only three weeks of being on Tinder. It was exhausting mentally preparing myself for what I assumed was going to be many months, at least, of the soul-destroying undertaking that is dating – psyching myself up to invest (waste) time in getting to know men I would have otherwise no interest in.
It was a downward spiral brought on by the mere thought of crafting my profile: the careful curation of my “life” and striking a balance between being witty but not too witty, dry but not bitchy, cool, laid back and casual but not so cool, laid back and casual that I would be eventually friend-zoned a la Heather Maltman.